There was no breeze passing through my home when I awoke ( Read more... )

Molly and I were walking along a familiar dirt horse trail just half a mile from where I grew up, and emotionally and nostalgically worlds away from where I am now. I had not gone to the swing since before I graduated high school, a phenomenal time filled with phenomenal friends and phenomenally bizarre things that we used to be able to do without ( Read more... )

Dearest Jared ( Read more... )

My Bubbe, a term of endearment that Jewish kids often call their grandmother, moved recently out of the house that she had moved into when I was five when she left Las Vegas and wanted to be close to her daughter in California. I was visiting, for whatever reason that weekend, I think mostly to help load up my Bubbe’s dumpster with boxes upon boxes ( Read more... )

It was today that my class required me to conquer my tumultuous fear of a painting concept called the "plein air landscape." I walked into the classroom, and over to the slats in the wall where we are entitled to allow our paintings to dry. The previous week I had placed in one of the slats a wet canvas, some Gamsol (paint thinner) and two painting ( Read more... )

Dearest Neighbors ( Read more... )

Dear, Dear Manager ( Read more... )

School has started, and I didn't get laid once this summer.

While I'm not having sex with any of you, you are all welcome to see how attractive I look here:


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I did the most interesting, thought-inducing, anxiety-producing thing last week: I deleted my account on myspace.com. The “.com” is only necessary to specify as one who is decidedly removed from the whole phenomenon enough to have to refer to it in it’s proper context. It can no longer be simply “myspace” anymore because that would entail an over- ( Read more... )

The place had a manicured feel to it, and it was friendly, but it was manicured. Tom assured us that it was not for the patients, but for the family and visitors of the patients ( Read more... )